Terms Of Endearment 2 Novels & Stories

" I'm busy Diane, so I suggest you speak up now or leave " " Someone's in a haste to get rid of me" " Does it bother you?" I scoffed " Kinda.. it's new" " There's always a first time for everything " " I don't like this new change" " Neither do I, but what choice do we have " " You could be nicer" " I have enough on my plate, niceness can find its way in the freezer" " You used to love me " " I think we both know we were being childish "

Seeing how the other still hadn’t learned his lesson and continued to use that embarrassing endearment, Noah’s dissatisfaction grew, and he smacked the table, “You–you–you…! You think I can’t come up with equally as embarrassing endearment?! You! Just you wait!” Far from frightened by the threat, Levi’s eyes lit up instead, “Of course you can.” He cooed, “Here, let me give you a few ideas to consider…” his rich baritone dropped lower into a sinful, seductive whisper, “Darling~ Precious~” with each word, he came closer to Noah’s face, “Honey~ Love~” finally he paused centimeters away from the petrified Noah, and puffed warm air directly into his neon pink ear, “Hubby~”

He had brought me more happiness than he would ever know and the dam that threatened to break from the back of my eyes was proof of how much his words had touched me. Don't get me started on the new endearment. That just made my week and some. He made me feel special. The new endearment soothed my fragile and sore heart. I am used to him calling me Little One and Sweetheart, but Darling, that one is new. While him calling me Sweetheart or Little One made me happy and filled my stomach with butterflies, him calling me Darling made me happier and filled my stomach with a zoo. "Come here, Sweetheart." He softly coaxed with a soft smile as he moved his chair back and opened his arms welcomingly.

"Not tonight. I just want to sleep alone, K." "K? Is that like a term of endearment?" A weird, happy tone filled his words, and her stomach sank. It does sound like a term of endearment. Shit. "I think I’m just lazy and didn’t want to put effort into your name, Ethan." "How endearing." His big palms slipped around her as his head settled low against her back. The trimmed beard made her spine arch against the tickling feel of it.

Although I questioned the possibility of people being able to do that, I couldn’t discount it. Although Marc called me ‘dear’ and ‘my love’ more often that I could count, I didn’t take it seriously. There were plenty of people in the world who used those terms of endearment frivolously. I can’t tell you how many times a waitress or a store clerk called me ‘dear’ or ‘honey’. Normally, I found it annoying and had to hold back from blurting out, “I’m not your honey!”, but, with Marc, I didn’t mind. In fact, it actually felt nice to hear those over used terms of endearment coming from him. Once he was certain that I was settled in and had all that I needed, Marc left me to enjoy the peace an

he added quietly, leaning just close enough for his voice to drop, “and we have to use what they call endearments.” For a second, I almost laughed. The idea felt absurd—so out of place coming from him. But when I looked at his face, there was no trace of humor there. He was completely serious. “You’re serious,” I said flatly, stating the obvious. His expression didn’t change. “I call you by endearments most of the time as part of my responsibility as your husband,” he continued evenly. “You have to think of something yourself.” I hesitated, then tilted my head slightly. “Then… Alex?” I offered.

"You know, sweet endearments. Want to give me an example of what I was trying to say?" I gave him a face that didn't understand the other meaning of what he's saying. I nodded. My mind's really focusing about that girl anyway. "Ah, yes? I wasn't focusing from understanding you," I said and rubbed my cheeks. "Okay then. Like for example, calling someone, 'Love' and other sweet endearments make that person special. I wonder how that feels?" That's when I realized our conversation. He was referring to the 'more than friends' treatment.

Lexy felt the situation was too serious to decide, but when she heard Aldric’s new choice of endearment, she chuckled. “Love? Really?” she tittered. “Yeah! Mate. Love. Babe. Baby girl. I guess they are all the same. And there might be more like honey, sweetheart, and maybe dear….” Aldric answered confidently. “Because they all mean you, and ONLY YOU, to Ethan and me,” he added. Lexy smiled widely. And not only did her face was showing and glowing with happiness, but her eyes also expressed the joy in her heart and soul.

“Did she say why?” “Nah.” She shrugs. “Maybe she’s busy, you know.” “Maybe.” “Ugh! It’s a happy day for us, let’s not get all somber. Look around–” she waves to the people dancing, drinking, eating and talking together, “our friends and family are here. Let’s enjoy it properly.” “Yes, wife!” She smacks my chest with a laugh. “What happened to ‘darling’, ‘babe’, ‘sweetheart’? Did those endearments suddenly disappear from your vocabulary?"

I was going to ask about my phone, but now I’m distracted. He chuckles at my face. “Yes,” he yanks my hand, pulling me smoothly into his arms, embracing me and making my cheeks burn with surprise and embarrassment. It’s crazy how easy it is for Valentine to pull and move my body. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, when I know that is the farthest from the truth. “You, Vivian, baby, honey, dear, are mine. Get used to the names, because I plan on using every endearment that comes to mind. I’m not holding back now that I have you back. You, baby, are mine.”